TIS THE SEASON

turbo1904

    It's time for Christmas tree's and bright lights,

No Christmas color here, my world black N white.

 

    Sunny Southern Cali, No chance of snow,

No Santa this year, he has no get up and go.

 

    Broke no money to buy gifts and presents,

I think I might need some Anti- depressants.

 

    No stuffing of stockings going on here,

Just another lonely day, will play it by ear.

 

    No smiles, no laughter, silence thru out the house,

I'm cold and lonely and poor as a mouse.

 

    No frosty the snowman outside my window sill,

Isolation and loneliness the coldness of a chill.

 

    No cookies, no fudge, no Christmas pie,

No Saint Nick or a twinkling of an eye.

 

    My sisters and friends make sure I have some gifts,

They stop by my spirit they try to lift.

 

    All I can say it's been one hell of a year,

I dug down deep can't find my Christmas cheer.

 

    I say the sooner the year is gone the better,

This is my Christmas Dear John Letter.

                     TURBO1904

  • Author: Turbo1904 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2021 16:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some of us are just trying to get thru another day. Christmas cheer is not for us all. Next year we can make up for this year.
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